LITTLE ROAD TRIP FOR THE HUMAN

Last week past The Human comes by and tells me she is planning a visit her see her Sire and will be gone for a few days. Knowing she would not just let us all fend for ourselves I was wondering who was coming to care of things.







Sent My Mom off while I was having my breakfast and soon after Twizzle's Mom appears to help the Day Guy!!!









I am thinking Toga, Toga, Toga, Toga!!!!!!!









Soon my little gang is in our field, eating and hanging the bog. We have a garden in there, some lovely lilies have taken root in the stream that is still there. We plan on picking them for the Grand Champion of the Bog Boogie Olympics.









My Mom recently got me a white FPS (Fly Protector Shield) and My BFF said that she was going to have that Stacey girl from What Not to Wear come and see me. She said it makes my head look a big egg with ears!!!! Thinking since My Human was away this would be a good opportunity to destroy this monstrosity I busted it. But be damned, Twizzle's Mom gets her hands on it and puts it by my room. Got bloody punked on that one.......









Felt I was lagging the the Shoe Event of the BBO and having some concern about the financial welfare of my pedicurist I paid extra attention the next day and made sure that I came back to my room without my shoe. Thinking this would be a nice surprise for My Mom when she got home but the next day who was there???? My pedicurist!!!!







My friend the Mother Nature dame turned on the oven and all us horsies were sweating up buckets when Twizzle's Mom, the Wenchettes and everyone were sponging or hosing us all down. Said to the gang, no flies on Twizzle's Mom and decided it best to tow the line.

My Mom was home before long and she was sure glad to see me!!! No pressie for me which is most unusual.



Off to hang with the gang



Love HRH

FREAKIN' REPTILES!!!!

WTF next?????

The furry mouser caught the attention of My Human yesterday stalking a gargantuan snapping turtle of all things in our outdoor.

With the assistance of our Landlord, one of the Wenchettes, the furry mouser and My Human he was carted off in the wheelbarrow and returned to pond life as it should be. The furry mouser of course was expressing her displeasure later in the paddock but as we pointed out to her the reptile creature could have eated her!!!!

My BFF pointed out that this Mother Nature dame not only controls the weather she is also controls the creatures that roam our little world. Knowing this dame I fear she will bring other creatures to us. No turkeys, no turkeys, no turkeys, puleeeese!!!!

The Bog Boogie has spread to the LandSharks paddock with MM returning to her room covered in mire last evening. Me thinks her human was aghast at the sight of her but she did receive bonus points in our little event. Personally I have the bell boot flip sewn up and I am neck and neck with LMSP in the most mire per day category with MM climbing the standings in this event.



Off to boogie!!!



Love HRH

CHECK THIS OUT......

Found this when I was checking out the Fugly lady today.

Makes good horses sense to me!!!!

Plus he is funny and a little potty mouthed!!!

http://mrrottensneighborhood.blogspot.com

Love to all

HRH

DOING THE BOG BOOGIE!!!!!!

Things have been rather quiet as of late on the little farm, but you know as soon as I think this there is a sheeet-storm of uber portions that causes everyone to worry but I be digressing here as I want to do!!!!



My little gang has discovered the bog!!! Please do not listen to My Human who has gone swimming when my tootsies have felt the pending soaking at a water jump, this is different.



This is true sport.



Each day we have a little friendly competition to see who can come in covered in the most bog mire. We have separate categories for the most unusual spots, the bell boot flip and of course the grand prize being who can lose their shoe today!!!! I am miles ahead in the bell boot flip and I believe that I am in good stead on the shoe trophy and challenging each day in each and every event!!!!!



Got a haymail from my buddy Twizzle saying she thinks she got some bad hooch out of the LandShark's still and felt like crapola last night after dinner. Got My Human going when she discovered that Twizzle didn't look so good which inspired My Human to call Her Human. Of course by then the Tummy Ache Routine (TAR) was put into action. Twizzle said she giving My Mom mare glare when she took away the rest of her supper and her hay and trying to tell her this will pass in a bit so leave the freakin' food FFS!!!!! Said she took it all anyway, WTF!!!!



Soon her Mom was there and both of our humans determined that she was feeling much better, but she did get dragged into the indoor for a bit. She was thinking she would get out of that little aspect of TAR when she went for the grub. Thinking...... not likely knowing our humans and she is bloody lucky she didn't get the big blue glove and stuff.



Thankfully all is normal this morning including that Dame I am no longer allowed to criticize for her choices in weather is back at it making the skies leak again. Not saying a bad thing about her!!!



Harrumph!!!!



Love to all including this unmentionable Dame!!!!



HRH